“You are all under arrest!”
Looking at the scene with only one car and one person, and hearing that cliche line from a movie or TV show, Samson and over fifty thugs were all stunned.
A single police officer, facing over fifty knife-wielding thugs, announced their arrest. Was he out of his mind?
Cesar and the others trembled, clearly recognizing who had arrived. It was Darnell.
They were excited but dared not show it, afraid of ruining Darnell’s plan.
Samson coughed. “You, alone?”
Darnell nodded earnestly. “Yeah, alone.”
Curiously, Samson asked, “Are you going to arrest us?”
“I am a policeman, and you are criminals. If I don’t arrest you, then who?” Darnell replied.
With a determined gaze, Darnell continued, “You have the right to remain silent now, but everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
He advised Samson, “Drop your weapons and squat on the ground obediently. I won’t give you a hard time.”
The fifty-plus thugs looked at Darnell’s serious expression and almost burst into laughter. Was this guy fresh out of the police academy?
A burly man with a machete sneered as he walked towards Darnell. “Officer, I want to see how you’ll give us a hard time.”
Whoosh!
He took a step forward, closing the distance in an instant, and swung his machete towards Darnell with intense hostility.
Suddenly, Darnell’s right hand held a police gun, its barrel pressed against the burly man’s forehead.
Bang!
Before the burly man could react, Darnell pulled the trigger, blowing his head apart.
The burly man’s body shook, but he didn’t even have time to scream before dropping his weapon and falling to the ground. The gunshot wound gushed blood in a horrifying sight.
The smiles on Samson and the others’ faces froze instantly. No one had expected Darnell to have a gun and be so ruthless.
However, Darnell seemed like a child who had done something wrong, struggling with guilt. “I’m sorry. I’m an intern officer and not familiar with guns. It’s easy for me to accidentally fire.”
Bang!
Before he finished speaking, he fired another shot at Samson.
Samson immediately threw himself down, but one of his henchmen behind him took the bullet to his head and fell lifelessly into a pool of blood.
“I apologize again,” said Darnell apologetically. “I accidentally fired again. Don’t move. Any movement from you will make me panic. And when I panic, I might accidentally fire.”
Samson and his gang gritted their teeth, wishing they could strangle Darnell for pretending to be dumb.
But regardless of their intentions, those two unintentional shots instantly suppressed any unrest.
Although Samson still had over fifty men under his command, no one dared to confront a police gun. No matter how fast or sharp their knives were, they couldn’t match the ferocity of bullets.
Samson hid behind one of his henchmen and shouted, “You really surprised me.”
“Thanks for the compliment,” Darnell replied cheerfully. “But you guys are not bad either. You still have your machetes.”
Darnell added with a smile, “But it would be better if everyone dropped their weapons. Otherwise, if someone sees you armed attacking an officer…”
He lectured the gangsters before him, “Attacking an officer is a serious crime that can land you in prison for at least ten years.”
Samson shouted angrily, “Lad, who are you?”
Darnell looked puzzled. “A police officer. Can’t you see? Are your eyes blind?”
“You’re not a cop!”
Samson dodged Darnell’s gun, saying, “Cops don’t arrive this quickly, and they don’t act like you, crashing into people and firing wildly.”
His eyes burned with fury as he concluded, “You’re one of Cesar’s men!”
“That’s nonsense.”
Darnell pulled out his police badge. “A police car, a police gun, and handcuffs. I have them all. I am a legitimate police officer.”
He beckoned to Samson with his finger. “And here’s my ID card. Do you want to take a look?”
Samson wanted to investigate further but didn’t approach. He had a feeling that if he got closer, he would be shot by Darnell. This bastard was cunning.
“Even if you are a cop, alone you can’t cause much trouble,” Samson sneered.
A cold glint flashed in Samson’s eyes. “And you came at just the right time. If I kill you too, someone will take the fall for Cesar’s death.”
Darnell chuckled darkly, “Are you trying to set up a scenario where both gangsters and officers take each other out?”
Samson nodded. “Exactly. The ruthless Cesar and his crew come after us, and fortunately, Officer, you arrive just in time to take them down. But Cesar, being the fierce man he is, drags you down with him before he dies. Regardless, we survive because of your sacrifice.”
He seemed pleased with his script. “Don’t worry, Officer. We’ll make sure to portray you as a grand martyr.”
“But I don’t like being a martyr. I prefer to be a living hero.”
Darnell waved his service weapon. “If I take you all in and bring you back to the station, that would be an even greater achievement, wouldn’t it?”
“Being a living hero is harder than it sounds.”
Samson signaled to the three crossbowmen. “You only have one gun. The Whiteville police are issued the 98 pistol, with no more than ten bullets.”
“After firing those last two shots, you’ve got a maximum of eight left.”
“Let’s say you hit every shot. You can only take out eight of us, while I have over fifty men still standing.”
He grinned maliciously. “How do you plan on being a hero?”
Darnell nodded slowly. “It might be a bit challenging, but it’s not impossible. As long as I capture you, everything will be settled.”
“You won’t even reach me, let alone catch me.”
Samson smirked, “You really shouldn’t have come, or at least you should’ve arrived like the other officers, half an hour late.”
He sighed dramatically before continuing, “This is the biggest mistake you’ve ever made.”
Darnell chuckled, “But here I am, after all.”
Samson’s expression darkened. “Then you can only die!”
Whoosh!
Almost on cue with Samson’s words, the three men with crossbows raised their weapons, unleashing a barrage of three deadly arrows.
The arrows flew through the air, aimed straight for Darnell’s vital spots!
Cesar’s face changed. “Watch out!” He knew how dangerous those weapons were.
At the same time, two men in black lunged forward, daggers in hand, pouncing on Darnell from either side like tigers.
Their momentum was fierce, and their coordination was seamless.
Without much movement, Darnell simply raised his hand and pulled the trigger, firing three rounds.
In the next second, a shocking scene unfolded.
The bullets slammed into the arrowheads, and with a loud clang, the arrows split in half, yet the bullet’s momentum remained, piercing through the center and hitting all three assailants.
“Ah!”
The three shocked crossbowmen screamed as bullets created holes in their foreheads, and they collapsed to the ground, dead.
Then, Darnell extended his right hand, placing the gun barrel against the head of the enemy on his right, ignoring the dagger at his throat. He pulled the trigger, and the man’s head exploded.
Before the body fell, Darnell spun away, dodging another dagger strike. He clamped down on the attacker’s wrist with his arm.
The next moment, the gun was pressed against the attacker’s heart.
Bang!
The shot rang out, blood spraying from the attacker’s mouth as he fell heavily to the ground.
Five shots, five men, all taken down with a single bullet.